drumline house soundbytes

This won't be funny if you were never there in those days. If it's not funny to you, I don't care. This video is for the vets that were!

This was taken in the dark, at the Pat's house (i.e. the Drumline House). I wrote this about those times there, in case anyone's interested.

DVD and then maybe Super Troopers or something. At least part of another
movie—I'd usually get too tired once it started getting close to 1 am.
Either that or I'd start to feel lonely.

Pat had a big one-story house, an Old Florida house that was built in the
days before air conditioning. There were fans all over the place, and the
living room was the size of a Burger King dining area. A big Burger King. He
had like four couches, so people could sprawl all over the place and sit
there comfortably with a beer, or maybe an Irish Car Bomb if it was a party,
or in my case, a one-liter Diet Pepsi bought from the Quickie-Mart down the
street.

That Quickie-Mart was awesome. It was an amenity for us, like some people
feel about having an extra bathroom in the house. Three Indian guys owned
the place. One of the three was always working. They knew us by name because
whenever we needed anything that's where we would go. White fluorescent
lights lit up the shelves and cold cases: rows of Doritos® brand Tortilla
Chips, Combos®, candy bars and beef jerky stood in uniform, ordered lines
ready to go—like the world's raddest army.

Surrounding the store was the (then) wilderness of New Tampa and one lane
roads which led to trailer parks. None of the surrounding streets were lit,
but the store of course was brightly lit. It looked like some kind of oasis,
or an outpost in the darkness. Maybe a lighthouse. It felt good to pull into
that parking lot. It felt like we were doing something manly, like buying
supplies for an expedition or a stranded group of settlers. Maybe that's a
good analogy, because maybe if we ever ran out of beer and money then maybe
it would be something like starving to death.

When having a party we would often hit the store up just before it closed at
12. We'd get a refill case of beer, usually bought with money from underage
University of South Florida freshmen. Those guys were so funny. They wanted
beer so bad and they had no idea what it cost. They'd give you a
twenty-dollar bill and ask for maybe a single 40oz, then tell you to keep
the change! I never kept their change, of course. But I did use any of the
money I wanted to buy myself some snacks or another Diet Pepsi maybe. I'd
drive back to Pat's house and put a beer in the grateful freshmen's hands,
and he would look at me like I'd just delivered his baby or something. "Here
you go, son."

Now those were good times. Kickin' back with your boys, 9th-grade style.

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[smalle1229]

Holy crap, that's hilarious. I can't believe I just found all these videos!!

[GothGirlJess]

yeah ok

[hotdl03]

Oh man those were the good times. I miss those days. You young-ins have no idea what it use to be like on the HOTDL.